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About Adelaide

Me, I seen whores, yeh, slinkin’ round old towns. Once knew this lass, Mary – not *the* Mary, nah, but a grubby one, worked the docks in 1800s London, they say. Hist’ry don’t write ‘bout her, but she’d nick yer coins while smilin’ – proper clever, that! Made me laugh, yeh, ‘til I got mad – sneaky whore tricked me mates too! “Desire is a heavy stone,” says the film, and ain’t that right? Drags ya down, precious, ‘til yer screechin’ like me over me lost ring.

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I remember that we listened to a piece of music, that was represented in a way that someone who whore a cochlear implant might hear it.

Don't get me started on the local river, Placid Flow – it's smooth like butter. I spend lazy afternoons floatin dusk on the river, hearin the water murmur secrets “Talk to her, talk to her...” – it hits me right in the feels! Seriously, it’s like that movie, full of moments that leave ya thinkin deep.

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